Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 868.

Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 868
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I parked the car in the clinic car park. “Oh, we don’t usually come here, do we, Mummy?” Trish observed.

“We have done, sweetheart.” I took her hand and Julie took the other as we walked into the reception area.

“Cathy Cameron to see Dr Cauldwell.”

“Two youngsters? Oh yes, she’s put a note on the computer, please take a seat.”

“I remember the toy box now, Mummy, may I go and look?”

“If you wish.” Trish walked over to the toy box and started pulling things out and looking at them. It seemed strange that toys which were designed for much younger children suddenly took her eye and she played with them. She eschewed the obvious boy’s toys, such as cars and guns.

“I didn’t realise Trish was like me,” Julie said so quietly I could hardly hear her.

“Life is full of surprises,” I smiled back to her.

“No wonder I didn’t shock you.”

“I’ve seen a bit of life,” I smiled again–it was a total fib, I’d lived probably a quieter more sheltered life than the average mole.

“I feel quite nervous–will you come in with me?”

“I can’t really, Julie, I have to watch Trish, I think she’s a bit more vulnerable than you are, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I s’pose,” she looked forlorn.

“I’ll introduce you to Dr Cauldwell, who I’m sure you’ll like, she’s very nice and experienced in transgender children.”

“I’ve like never told anyone, like an adult, before ‘cept you of course, but I feel safe with you.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“I wish I had a mother like you.”

“What nine or ten years older than you? I think even Mary was older than that when God got her up the duff.”

Julie thought that was very funny and giggled like a much younger child–nerves I suppose.

“That is so funny, Cathy.”

“Why do you think they call him God the Father?” She laughed loudly again, before I could continue my abuse of the New Testament myths. “Actually, it was the Holy Spirit who was named in the subsequent paternity suit.”

“I wish you’d taught me R.E. at school, I might have come more often. We ‘ad some crusty ol’ vicar–he was at least forty–an all he’d do all day was go on about the Israelites bumbling about in the desert and ‘ow He fed them when they ran out of food.”

“Like Bob Geldhoff?” I said smirking.

“Hey that’s good, I think Bob Geldhoff had the better bands,” she said still laughing.

The door to Stephanie’s consulting room opened and she came out with a woman of about thirty something and a youth of about twelve. They chatted for a moment or two before she wished them adieu and they went to make another appointment. She glanced around the waiting area and saw Julie and I sat together.

“Lady Cameron, heow naice to see you, simply spiffin’ old gel.”

“Stephanie Cauldwell, behave yourself in front of the children”, I pretended to cover Julie’s eyes to protect her.

“So, how’s married life?”

“Not much different to pre-marital life, except I can get a table in a restaurant quicker, well that and I can get headaches for England.”

She laughed and said, “Hello, young Trish, enjoying my toy box?”

“Yes thank you, Dr Stephanie, aren’t you a bit old for some of these toys?”

Julie and I smirked, while Stephanie smiled and out of the corner of her mouth almost whispered, “There’s always one isn’t there?” Then said to Trish, “Yeah, I suppose I am, are you?”

“Probably,” replied Trish, “but my mummy won’t buy us some of these so I’m playing with them now.”

“You mean old mummy,” Stephanie pretended to scold me.

“Hey, less of the old,” I shot back.

“This I take it is, Julie?” she said looking the teen up and down. “Good taste in clothes for teenager, or is this with her ladyship’s assistance?”

“Yeah,” blushed Julie.

“Who are you going to see first?” I asked.

“Are you happy to continue playing in the toy box, Tricia?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“We’ll start with you then, Julie, in there please,” she pointed to the open door. Julie hesitated. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Um–can Cathy come in with me?”

“It’s not what I usually do with older boys and girls–how about she comes in while we have a quick chat, and once you decide I’m not going to eat you, she can come and play in the toy box with Tricia?”

“Yeah–I mean, yes, thank you.”

“What about Trish? I can’t leave her out here, she’s only five.”

“Going on twenty something,” muttered Sephanie, “Zilla, will you keep an eye on tiny wee for a few minutes?” She called to the receptionist.

“’Course, Dr Cauldwell.”

“Trish, don’t talk to strangers and don’t leave this room without telling me.” I said as seriously as I could.

“I am five,” Trish said indignantly, “I think I can take care of myself, Mummy, I’m not silly, you know?”

“You better believe it, kiddo,” Stephanie said quietly and sniggered as she followed Julie into the room.

“I’ll sit at the back then,” I volunteered.

“No, you sit where Julie can see you. Julie, you sit over there. Cathy, I’d be obliged if you don’t interrupt without one of us asking you to.”

I nodded, trying to show I can keep my mouth shut. All the time we were there I was more worried about Trish than Julie. I knew the latter was safe with Stephanie but Trish was out of my sight.

“So, Julie, how did you meet the Lady Cameron?”

Julie gave her the same sort of description she’d shared with the police and social services, including the sort of clothing she was wearing.

“Let me get this straight, you wanted to experience being a girl by being with a man?”

“Sort of, I just wanted to have fun as a girl, go dancin’ and stuff like, an’ this bloke picked me up; said he thought I was older than I was.”

“So you’d put on loads of makeup had you?”

“Yeah, my friend helped me.”

“What’s this a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

“Girlfriend, I’d never thought of her as a girlfriend before.”

“Girls have loads of girlfriends, it doesn’t mean they’re gay or anything, in fact it’s boyfriends who are usually in single figures with most girls, unless they go out in a big gang.”

“I don’t–it’s just Michelle and maybe Tracie. I don’t have many other friends.”

“But they didn’t go out with you last night?”

Goodness, was it only last night all this started, or even this morning? I suppose it was–seems such a lot has happened since.

“Nah, I went on my own.”

“Pity, they may have kept you safer. Okay, would you like to add anything, Cathy?”

“No, except to say she had been quite badly beaten and her makeup and clothing were a trifle suggestive. Having said that, I don’t believe anyone has the right to try and make another individual do anything they don’t want to do, and as for doing it with a child–however old she looked, words fail me.”

“Quite, now, Julie, how long have you been dressing as a girl?” I drifted off into a sort of dream imagining the sort of scene that took place when Ditchley discovered his mistake. I found myself shuddering.

“Are you okay?” asked Stephanie.

“I’d like to go and check on Trish, if that’s okay?”

“Fine with me, and you, Julie?” Julie nodded, “off you go then.” I left the room and was pleased to discover Trish had spotted the rocking horse and was trying to win the Derby on it.

“She’s been no trouble at all,” commented Zilla.

“She’s pretty good, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“I’m a good girl, I am,” she said and I nearly fell about laughing.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to read my book.”

I was well into chapter two and the murder had been committed, someone tapped my arm and I jumped and dropped my book.

“Sorry, Cathy, Trish has gone in.”

“Oh, oh okay. Stephanie didn’t say she wanted me to go in, did she?”

“No, not as far as I know.”

“Oh well, she knows where I am. How did you get on?”

“She’s really nice, you said I’d like her.”

“So she didn’t ask you any awkward questions, then?”

“Oh yeah, loads of them, like, but I wanted to tell her the truth–like lyin’ would have betrayed her trust.”

“Yes, it would, not only that but you’d be cheating yourself.”

“Yeah, I would, wouldn’t I?”

“So when have you got to come again?”

“Next week.”

“I suppose it would be fairly intensive if you’ve just started on your journey.”

“She said she wanted to see me every week for a month–is that alright?”

“Yes of course it is, why shouldn’t it be?”

“She let slip you’re payin’ for all this.”

“So, that was my decision.”

“I wanna pay you back like, when I can.”

“Julie, if you really want to repay me–be true to yourself, but do it with dignity not like a slut, and help me with the other kids and the house as best you can.”

“Don’t worry, I will, I promise.” She paused for a moment and said, “All the other kids call you Mummy or Auntie Cathy?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Can I call you somethin’ like that, too?”

“Why? You’re going to be working with me?”

“Yeah, but I don’t have any parents now and I’d like...”

“Your parents aren’t dead, Julie, there’s always hope of reconciliation.”

“So can I call you, Auntie Cathy, too?” She had a tear running down her cheek.

I put my arm about her shoulders and pulled her close to me–“What provoked all this?”

“We talked about my mum and dad, and I realised I loved you more than I did them because you’d shown me more love than they ‘ad.”

“Hang on, they’ve looked after you for sixteen years, I’ve done so for five minutes–don’t write them off because of recent events–it’s a lot to cope with, not everyone could.”

“They didn’t even wanna try. You’ve bought me clothes ‘n stuff, taught me how to be a girl and even offered me a job. I’d like to call you, Mum, but I guess that wouldn’t be right, would it?”

“No, Julie, you already have a mother, and as I said, one day things might be easier than they are now.”

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